Under a corrupt city
The thieves lay low to rest
Roll out stolen frabrics
Talk about plans while others lay to tent
Place their claimed prizes
Carefully between
Their beddings
Wake up, hear sirens
dropp heavy
Heads at the passing of police cars
Keep listening, toss and turn,
On their sides
Murmur, shut
Her eyes, sleep
All night
In a pile of loot
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